It's the smell of unclean, permeating anxiety and discomfort.

Not wanting to come home.

Wondering what will happen to those involved.

Watching every flinch and jump at a knock on the door.

Hearing Colorado become the new dream state to move to.

Wondering how torn apart the house will be from the search.

It's a few years behind, but still feeling your skin crawl at the slightest scent of it, of randomly lying awake, staying up and putting it onto pixelated paper to get it out of your head.

Rehgan and Art © J. "Rehgan" Fitzmaurice

Posted: February 19th, 2014 05:04 PM